Monday, July 8, 2013


War- in its cruelest form
gifts a man with conflict
so that he knows
the horror of darkness
and can make a promise
after the war has been seen through
to retire to a quiet place
where the birds can sing
and the sweet smell of spring flowers
can draft through the house
on warm, sunny afternoons—

but he never forgets
that festering whore of war
where the soul is lost
and mankind sees their most dreadful days—

except in the most extraordinary of ways
war is the only way
a man can know peace
in his heart
after living the loss of it,
and with absolute resolve
to hold peace close
and never let
it be pillaged